En Route

It looks like by "actual China posts,"

I meant that I would actually talk about the process of getting to the country.

I guess I was referring to the red-eye-but-not-really of a long haul flight,

where my mom and I lucked out and got an entire row to ourselves,

to sprawl out in every which way we chose,

and in which to watch Mamma Mia and countless episodes of New Girl.

I guess I was referring to the tiny little nest I built in that row,

where I laid and tripped out slightly at the changing color light show

(Air China, who do you think you are, Virgin Airlines?)

and pretended to first class it up because fancy water = fancy life, right?

I guess this "actual China post" is where I should talk about

getting out of the plane and having to descend the stairs,

which certainly made the inner President and/or J.Lo in me proud.

And of course, this "actual China post" refers to the fact that I may or may not be

some type of Starbucks magpie - I see one, and I can't see anything else at all.

That caramel macchiato is simply just a little piece of (overpriced) (on an already overpriced) home.

Next time, we'll get to actual actual China. Oh boy, oh boy.